"You're saying you're Zhenxiu's cousin? Are you sure you mean our Zhenxiu?" Yang Chen asked skeptically.
Park Jung-hoon smiled bitterly. "Yes, I'm sure. I only confirmed it a few days ago through reports from our people. We've been searching for so many years; there's no mistake. Xu Zhenxiu is indeed my poor, long-lost cousin."
Yang Chen glanced up at Zhenxiu's room on the second floor. Although the curtains were drawn, his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of Zhenxiu peeking through a small gap, watching his conversation with Park Jung-hoon.
"I think we need to discuss this properly. Let's go inside," Yang Chen sighed.
Park Jung-hoon was eager to comply and quickly followed Yang Chen into the house.
The group of bodyguards remained outside, standing motionless. Yang Chen was mildly surprised, realizing that Zhenxiu's mother's family background was indeed significant. These bodyguards weren't hired cheaply.
